These Have No Root

And the ones on the rock are those who, when they hear the word, receive it with joy. But these have no root; they believe for a while, and in time of testing fall away.Luke 8:13

From Charles Spurgeon’s Morning, January 11th:“These have no root.”
Luke 8:13

Am I rooted in sincere fidelity and love to Jesus? If my heart remains unsoftened and unfertilized by grace, the good seed may germinate for a season, but it must ultimately wither, for it cannot flourish on a rocky, unbroken, unsanctified heart. Let me dread a godliness as rapid in growth and as wanting in endurance as Jonah’s gourd; let me count the cost of being a follower of Jesus, above all let me feel the energy of his Holy Spirit, and then I shall possess an abiding and enduring seed in my soul. If my mind remains as obdurate as it was by nature, the sun of trial will scorch, and my hard heart will help to cast the heat the more terribly upon the ill-covered seed, and my religion will soon die, and my despair will be terrible; therefore, O heavenly Sower, plough me first, and then cast the truth into me, and let me yield thee a bounteous harvest.”

O Heavenly Sower, plough me first. Make my soil ready for Your Truth and then cast Your Truth into me. May I then yield You a bountiful harvest, a field of golden grain. May I be softened for You that any seed of Yours that is planted, that falls upon this soil of Linda, be able to be fully grown to become a plentiful harvest. In the Name of Christ I pray. Amen.

His Word

The LORD your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.
(Zephaniah 3:17 ESV)

Words Woven

As the moments of each day meld together to form my outer world, so, too, do thoughts, studies, and prayers illuminate my inner world. Journaling is my way toward clarity and peace as I process the study of God’s Word, the books I read, my reactions to the world around me and to the intertwined global world. My heart thoughts become my journal thoughts.

As God interlaces the threads of the woof and the warp of my life, I become less like Linda and more like Christ Jesus.

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I am…

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